What a difference a day makes

Ok, so some details from the last 24 hours...

24 hours ago we were in the Intensive Care Unit with a kid zonked on narcotics and moving to the floor and feeling very uncertain. The night went very well thanks to nurse Carla giving us a decent night of sleep and taking care of Henry so nicely. Henry started his day at about 6AM, like he will nearly every day on the floor, by loading up in a wheel chair and heading to get a chest X-ray. At this point he had eaten maybe half a fig newton and had some sips of water in the last 36 hours. After his imaging he refused to get out of the wheel chair and spent most of the day whining, sitting and sleeping in it. He was quite grumpy. I would be too without food, having to go to the bathroom, super tired and sore.  We were all feeling like this could be a very long stay if this was how it was going to be.

Then, to the rescue, Karen and my Mom and Dad showed up with Thai food. The adults all ate and were feeling better, but Henry was not feeling it. Then just as they were leaving he said his first non whine words of he day... "I want a potsticker!" He proceeded to eat 4 potstickers! His appetite had finally kicked back in. Then he ate lots of other things too. Some sips of chocolate milk, some apple sliced, chicken fingers, a cookie, goldfish crackers, and probably things I don't even remember. He was a hungry caterpillar. He managed to get to the bathroom and go, and stand up and take even take a step. And he got happy! So happy!

That moment that I've been waiting for happened. We played games and laughed. We listened to music. We went for a roll in the wheelchair. It is fantastic to have my happy Henry back. 

There's that smile!